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Sing with me now: “I am… I am Supermom. And I know what’s happening. I am… I am Supermom. And I can do anything.”

I read a blog post today that I had to come share. It started out saying:

Look, I know the areas in life where I excel. It unfortunately doesn’t involve me being a size two and wearing the most. stylish. boots. you ever did see. I will not be doing a triathlon, I’ll be the one over there handing out water and cheering you on while eating a muffin. My house isn’t ever company ready. Just move that pile of Legos, I will make dinner. I can make you laugh, I can make you think. I am a great friend. I am amazing in bed. I like the woman that I have become. I can also throw a party like you wouldn’t believe.

My name is Michelle and I throw “Pinterest worthy” parties for my children.

I don’t think this makes me a shitty mom, a superior mom, or that I have too much time on my hands. I assure you, I do not.

I also don’t think it makes you a shitty mom for NOT throwing parties like that for your children’s birthdays, having a spotless house, and working full time.

The whole point of the post was what I’ve always said, that our priorities and skills may be different, but that doesn’t make any one of us better at being a Mom than the rest of us. That it’s time we supported one another, cut each other some slack, and honestly do the same for ourselves.

The author goes on to say that she is NOT Supermom. But you know what? She’s wrong. She’s totally Supermom. Just like you and I.

We are ALL Supermoms. I mean honestly! Think about it!

Today, I’ve already walked back and forth from my daughter’s school three times, and I’m going to do it one more time before the day is through. And yes, one of those three times I seriously contemplated stripping down to my skivies and laying on a neighbour’s lawn because the heat was so freakin’ unbelievable (35 degrees, insane). But taking the time to make my daughter feel safe and valued? That makes me Supermom. Does it make those Mom’s who’s kids are in daycare or who have to eat lunch at school less super? Hell no. It just means we’ve made different choices about how best to parent our individual families. And that’s totally okay. Being a Mom is tough. It’s not for everyone (and kudos for those of you who recognize this is not the life for you BEFORE you end up in the middle of it). There’s a whole lot of judgement out there for the things we do or don’t do… but come on. At the very least we should be able to count on our fellow Supermoms for support and appreciation. We all rock pretty freakin hard!

Today, while mostly awesome, was just too full. And I honestly wish I could have taken today away from work of any kind. But we are now down to crunch time with Camp fYrefly and I had to work on sending out acceptance packages. There are still a lot more to go out – but I got a good start on them… and will keep working on them tomorrow.

Why did I want today off? Well, the wee girlie only turns four once. And today was the day.

When she woke up (extra early, after a restless night, of course) I checked her over thoroughly. Inspected each and every inch, looking to see if there were possibly any three year old parts left. She giggled like mad as I peered at her armpits, checked between each toe, pinched her cheeks, wiggled her nose, and peeked into her belly button. But no. It appears that every single part is now a four year old part. There are no three year old parts left.

Before afternoon had a chance to commence, we hit the mall. Now… this particular mall is one we usually avoid. It’s just too crowded, too teen frenzy, and just too full of memories for me (not bad memories, just lots of them, around every corner). But on special occasions, we venture through the underground parking and emerge into it’s well lit crazitude (as I’ve mentioned before, making up words has a long, grand, history behind it… all the brightest, most awesome writers do it). Today was one of those special occasions.

While the wee girlie was turning four, her hot pink stuffed flamingo, most appropriately named Mingo, was turning one. So it was off to Build-a-Bear we went. Mingo needed a new birthday outfit, and the wee girlie had $21 worth of coupons to spend.

After our mall trip, it was off to my parent’s place. Where I sat at the kitchen table, Macbook Pro, iPad, and external hard drive all connected with various wires, and all connected to me – via the keyboard and trackpad. Thus the acceptance packages began to roll out.

Once Mom needed the table, I moved into the sewing room to begin working on the girlie’s costume pieces for her party on Saturday. This year she requested a Jungle party. A surprisingly easy thing to deliver.

Normally I spend a week (or even two) frantically preparing for the girlie’s birthdays. I don’t do this because I have to, but because I love doing it. I harvest berries, bake, cook, sew, craft… Work like mad. And then sit back and take in the joy of Strawberry Day (as her birthday has become known as). This year, I knew that was not happening. And I’ll admit, this particular Strawberry Day kinda feels like cheating.

We are going to The Fun Factory. That’s right. We’re heading somewhere, where I don’t have to do a darn thing but sit back and enjoy the air conditioning as the kids run around and play. Then, for 45 minutes, we’ll head into their jungle themed room (one of four party rooms) for cake and presents before heading back out to the general play area.

I am not making a cake. We’ve ordered a Monkey Jungle cake from Co-op. I am not baking, cooking, or crafting. I did minimal sewing today (about 1.5 hours worth) to create a Monkey costume for the girlie, as it’s a costume party. And that’s it. Come Saturday we’ll pick up the cake, and head on over to party with anyone who shows up. LMAO Yep. Feels like cheating. No cleaning, no mess. Show up, party, leave. LOL

In honor of this very different type of party, we are calling it Jungleberry Day. Because, well… it’s not really a Strawberry day if I’m not preparing a whack load of strawberries and strawberry dishes for my little Strawberry, now is it? 😉

So, after a bit of sewing, it was time for supper (and I so appreciate Mom providing the meal for us, I felt bad not pitching in at all, but I so desperately needed that time – so THANKS MOM!). Mom made up salad and pizza. Then, it was onto cake and presents.

The wee girlie was so wound up and exhausted by the time we were done, that she took a few laps around the yard with her new rockets/arrows (they are these air propelled nerf-like rocket/arrow things that you can shoot at each other) and it was time to come home and hit the hay. BTW, thanks for those Mom and Dad. When I first saw them I was thinking “Are you nuts?!?!?” but you can get out a lot of frustrations shooting (safely) at your kid. LMAO

Now we are home and in bed. The girlie, fast asleep. She’s four. Just like that.